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Currency Of Death
poem
Currency Of Death
Hundreds of Romans died on Battlefields and went to
Elysian Fields; on that very hallowed ground, modern
Romans have shopping centers like we have at Bull Run.
Yes, there is a heritage and like my poems it covers up
What is naked; Edgar Allan Poe’s poems were like shawls
That covered up the demented and the wholly insane.
Let us put a cover or a grate over freshly dug graves until
We can find more time to decorate them with the arts and
Crafts of a more contemporary era; this is art nouveau.
Suddenly, what was once worthless like Iraqi dinar, jumps
In value over the very battlefields where life meant nothing
And McDonald’s neon lights tell us Billons were sold.
Always there is the greedy one who makes money over both
Sanctuary and killing field; no one is looking when money is
Exchanged or when killing takes place except Jesus does it for us.
Our ancestors on their passport photos tell us they came from
The land of the killing fields; their stockings were stuffed with
The currency of death to spend in the modern malls of materialism.
